I need sleep. Lots of it. I do best on eight hours or more. Needless to say, it's very hard on my body to have a baby in the house. Especially this one. My youngest isn't much of a sleeper. She seems to think a cat nap here and there is good enough. Going to bed after eleven is routine. Of course, I have to be up at six thirty to get the other kids to school. (We won't mention the two times she wakes up to eat.)
So, I'm pretty tired lately. I find myself falling asleep everytime I sit down on the couch. I'm sure it's normal for a mommy with a new baby. (I can't say new mommy; I've done this before, after all.) It doesn't make it less frustrating. It doesn't help my body function any better to say "oh, well, it doesn't last long." Because, quite frankly, it lasts long enough, thank you.
I'm sure one day I'll look back on these months and just remember how sweet and innocent my baby was, how proud she was of her little accomplishments, and how much her siblings loved to hold her.
Right now I think of those things. Unfortunately, instead of the vision being clouded by rosy time, it's just clouded. I avoid doing things like math and driving between two and four in the afternoon. I thank my lucky stars my children don't need help with homework and I don't have a job where quick thinking is required.
I'm trying to coax the little rug rat to sleep right now. It's a bit early for her, but since I seem to be falling asleep even in my uncomfortable computer chair, I think a little coaxing is not out of line. She's getting quiet. I'll give her a few minutes.
Shhhhhh! Don't wake the baby! Please!